La joie de survivre [English translation]

I come back in your RAP like a diplomatic attaché

without bodyguards or automatic [weapon]

I'm still here like corruption in Morrocco

This year I'm the one who gets to put his carrot(?)

I rap for the beautiful ones

Like Ben Youssef, Benzema, Ben Arfa, Moncef Zerka

Turn it up Ziani, too dahka, street calls me Zine Dieli

Some guys pretend to be me on the internet

Only to flirt with some chics

I'm recognised from Oujda to Berkane

Cannot neither drive peacefully nor ride my bike

You think I'm bragging about it, everything is upsetting me

Like those anonymous calls on my Samsung

Let it be my dear, I'm taken

I love a woman and with her I would like to flee

(chorus x2)

Get up for

The Joy of Survival

Battle for

The Joy of Survival

I represent

The Joy of Survival

I sing

The Joy of Survival

My father has a heart condition, my mother is diabetic

So I have to make some money

I think about Algeria and her many richness

But over there you can feel the charm of sadness

I'm getting sick of us being always the last ones

They live in living rooms while we just get attics

We call each other brothers, but as soon as one climbs up

They [...] him and if they have to they beat him up

Don't shake his hand anymore, set him aside

Some would even be able to shatter his your flat

But I have this Joy of Survival, this hope that keeps me up

Faith gives me this love of life

A little peace in this world of bullies

This message needs to spread for us to reach our goal

Truth is written, it's for the sicks, the disabled

Which smile, we, ourselves, just whinge because there's not enough sugar in a coffee

(chorus x2)

Never happy, always grumpy

We need to stop, yeah, life is no game

Rap prohibited to crasseuses and crasseux

Resellers of CC, I don't care you make money

Joy of Survival for our fathers and mothers

Of them, we can say they have known misery

They who have raised us all with only one salary

Now two aren't quite enough, brother

Joy of Survival, it hurts in our homes

Inbetween brothers we don't talk anymore, pay attention to each other anymore, drowned

Each one in its own prison

Get close to one another anymore, as if we were all hedgehogs

Call each other just asking for favours

Catching up sounds like a real ordeal

Between us, it has come to racism

Sometimes I lag, sometimes I resist

Sometimes I cry, sometimes I make fun of it

Sometimes I can't take it anymore, sometimes I rage about it

Joy of Survival for good people

For them who deserve it, them who wear their heart on their sleeve

(chorus x2)

• Artist:Kamelancien
• Album:Le frisson de la vérité